Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ******************************************************* Author: Rubi du Soleil Levant Title: Dangle Summary: A man lures a woman to his secluded home and hangs her. Keywords: MF, hanging, snuff ******************************************************* DANGLE by Rubi du Soleil Levant Climbing up on the stepladder, he ran the rope through the pulley attached to the beam that ran through the cathedral ceiling in his living room. The pulley was directly in the center of the room, the beam about 15 feet above the floor and he lowered the hangman -(TM)s noose on the end of the rope until it dangled about 7 feet above the floor. Perfect. Climbing down off the stepladder, he checked the winch to ensure that the other end of the rope was securely fastened, then sat on the couch, reclined it back and dropped his left hand to the side to make sure he could easily reach the winch controls. Again--perfect! After dinner, he put on his jacket, grabbed his keys and headed out to the truck. She was intrigued by him, dying for him to ask her out. Little did she know, tonight was the night! He -(TM)d been wooing her for two weeks now, teasing her with tales of his incredible cooking skills, and they -(TM)d arranged their first date for this evening. He -(TM)d told her to dress sexy. When he got to her apartment, -�sexy -� was an understatement. She was dressed in the proverbial -�little black dress -� but that description did it no justice at all. Her skirt fell a little less than halfway down her thighs, accenting her shapely thighs. Bright red stiletto heels showed off her perfectly toned calves and her bronze tan. Her top, a thin black Cashmere sweater with a plunging neckline framed her firm DD breasts. His assessment of her started at the floor and his breath caught when he came to the deep purple choker around her throat, a lone moonstone secured at its center. He met her eyes and tried not to lick his lips. She smiled demurely and tilted her head shyly to the right. Her flirting skills were exemplary. It was obvious she -(TM)d had lots of practice. He walked her to the car and opened the door for her, closing it gently behind her. He could feel his cock hardening under his jeans. She made small talk during the ride to his cabin, commenting on the seclusion and telling him it must be nice to be so far from the hustle and bustle of civilization. He agreed, saying it was great to leave his job in the city behind on the weekends and get away from it all. He held the front door open for her and walked in behind her. Seeing the noose hanging in the middle of the room, she turned to him with a confused look on her face, gasping when she saw the grin on his face and the glint in his eyes. Her eyes widened and she began shaking her head slowly. -�Please, don -(TM)t do this, -� she whispered. He dropped his jacket onto the floor and walked towards her, the smile not leaving his face. -�Please, -� she said quietly, more desperation in her voice this time. -�I -(TM)ll do anything you want -- -� He pointed at the chair that stood beneath the noose. -�I know, -� he replied. -�I want you to stand there. -� She shook her head. -�Please. -� -�Do it! -� he said, striking her hard across the face. She cried then, yelped. He shoved her forward and she stumbled up onto the chair, turning to look down at him. -�Take your clothes off, -� he commanded. She shook her head again. -�No, -� she whispered. -�No, please -- -� -�DO IT! -� he yelled and this time she screamed. He laughed. -�It IS nice being so far away from it all. -� His face grew serious and he looked up at her. -�You can scream all you want. There -(TM)s nobody to hear. I own 5,000 acres. I have no neighbors. You will cooperate with me. Now. TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF! -� She lifted her sweater up over her head and he licked his lips again when he saw the lacy black bra she wore. -�I like that, -� he snickered. -�Leave that on. -� She removed her skirt next, revealing a matching pair of lacy thong panties. -�That too, -� he said. She stood on the chair in her stilettos, her body quivering, ashamed of her near nakedness before this stranger. -�Put the noose around your neck, -� he said. She did not argue this time and poked her head through the noose, tears beginning to fall from her cheeks onto her breasts. -�P-p-please -- -� she said weakly. He moved backwards to the couch, leaning back with one hand to start the winch and the noose slowly rose until she was on tiptoes, the heels of her shoes lifting slightly from the chair. Her breath began to rasp as the noose tightened around her tender throat. Her choker broke and fell to the floor. -�Please -- -� she croaked. He reached up to slide her bra up off her breasts and began kneading them. He pulled at the front of her panties with one hand and tore them from her, then pushed a finger into her cunt. -�Mmmm, -� he mumbled. He looked up at her. -�You -(TM)re getting wet, -� he said. -�This turning you on? -� She shook her head, the best she could with the noose around her neck. He spread her thighs with both hands and her breath was cut off as the noose took the full weight of her body. Small squeaks escaped her as she struggled to lift herself up. He put her thighs on his shoulders, knocking one of her shoes off with the action, and buried his face in her cunt, thrusting his tongue inside her and pausing every few moments to suck greedily at her clitoris. The pressure on her neck eased, her weight now being supported by his shoulders. She rolled her head back and squeezed her eyes shut tightly, summoning her courage and deciding to respond to him -" perhaps he would spare her if she gave him what he wanted. She began moving her hips in slight circles and moaned quietly, concentrating on his assault on her cunt and the pleasure that was hidden beneath her fear. Her body shook with an orgasm and she heard him grunt and slurp thirstily at her vagina. When she stopped quivering, he moved her back to the chair and stepped back from her. It took her a fearful moment to regain her balance, but she forced herself to stand on her tiptoes, the only way to avoid being strangled. She watched him removing his clothes and saw that he was hard. -�Oh you -(TM)re not getting that, -� he said. -�At least not yet --maybe after. -� He walked backwards and lowered himself to the couch, dropping his left hand to the winch and pressing a button there. The noose tightened on her throat and rose a couple of inches. Her eyes widened in fear and she struggled to stay on the chair, her shoeless foot no longer able to reach it. She reached up to the rope and tried to get her fingers under it as he raised it a couple of more inches. She was now dangling several inches above the chair and tried desperately to reach her feet down to the chair again, but her efforts were futile. She spread her arms then, reaching out -" to the side and front, reaching upwards, taking on the appearance of an angel reaching towards Heaven. Ragged, husky gasps tried to pull air into her lungs while the oxygen to her brain slowly diminished. Her legs scissored forward and back and she lifted them up, spread them wide and swung them side to side, trying to find something she could reach with them, before letting them back down and continuing to run in midair. Again clawing at the rope, she looked down to see him pumping his cock with one hand and pressing the button again to raise her several more inches. She could hear her heart pumping fiercely in her ears, felt her tongue beginning to protrude and the pressure behind her eyes causing them to bulge. The pain was like nothing she -(TM)d ever experienced. Her lungs burned, trying desperately to make use of the small amounts of air that were able to pass through her constricted airway. Her raspy gasps became smaller and quieter. Her body bucked at the end of the rope several more times and then fell still, swinging forward and back and slowly around in a circle, the rope creaking. She spread her arms outward again and several more desperate gasps escaped her mouth around her swollen tongue. She felt wetness between her legs and realized that her bladder had emptied itself. She swung silently then, blackness encroaching on her from all sides, and became acutely aware of every sensation -" her burning lungs, the fluid dripping from her body, her tongue now protruding from her mouth, spittle falling from it to the floor below, the creaking rope, her stiletto shoe which had left her heel, but still hung from her toes, the sound of his grunts as he pumped himself to climax. Through a red haze and foggy mind, it all seemed so surreal. Her legs shuddered and she fell still then, her body turning on the rope. Her mouth gaped several times and saliva ran off the end of her tongue. As her life ebbed away, all she could do was stare down at the man who had stolen it, watching as he closed his eyes and smiled in pleasure, his cock losing its erection as it spewed itself onto the floor in front of him. When he -(TM)d rested for several minutes, he got up and went to the mudroom out the back door, returning with a mop and bucket. Filling the bucket with water, he mopped up the urine, saliva, and vaginal fluids that had dripped from her body and also the sperm that lay on the floor before the couch. He got a washcloth and wiped the fluids from her legs. He was not about to smell that stink while he was having his dinner. He looked up at her from below -" her face, an angry purple, was tilted slightly downward, her eyes protruding from her face, open but unseeing, already beginning to fog with death. Her swollen tongue had pushed itself out of her mouth and strings of saliva still hung from it, dripping silently to the floor. He dropped a towel below her to catch any additional fluids that might fall. He threw the washcloth in the bucket, returned the bucket and mop to the mudroom, and moved around the kitchen preparing his supper. As he chopped onions, he looked up at her body swaying ever so slightly in the middle of the living room, dangling 9 feet above the floor, and was glad he -(TM)d opted for an open floor plan. A slight shudder went through her body and it jerked at the end of the rope, her eyes suddenly seeming to come alive again, widening in sheer terror, and her mouth stretching open in one last attempt to pull in oxygen. It was rare, but this happened sometimes. He shook his head and looked back down at the onions and recalled his third dangler, the one that caused him to now let them dangle until he was done with his dinner. He -(TM)d cut her down ten minutes after he -(TM)d finished himself off. As he -(TM)d caressed her body, savoring its coldness and slightly blue tinge, her back had suddenly arched up off the floor, her eyes open and alive, filled with fear, and she tried desperately to let out a scream through her shattered vocal chords. He -(TM)d scrambled backwards across the floor, glad that he had not removed the noose from her neck, and had slammed his hand down on the winch controls, hoisting her back up into the air. Her body had flailed and thrashed wildly at the end of the rope, her legs kicking desperately and her arms grasping at the air and clawing at the rope, her eyes wide and full of horror and pain. One foot struck a lamp and she swung her legs then, desperate for her feet to find purchase on something, anything. She had managed to hook them onto a large sconce on the wall, but this did not relieve the pressure on her neck and she had hung there, her breasts and stomach hanging down towards the floor, her feet clinging desperately to the wall sconce, her back arched downward. He had sat on the couch slightly surprised at this close call and looked up at her, her eyes pleading with him and her arms stretched down towards him, watching as she strangled there, the muscles in her legs and feet refusing to release their hold on the wall sconce, even as the life left her body. He -(TM)d left her there while he prepared and ate dinner and then had to use the stepladder and break the wall sconce to get her down. He looked back up at his latest dangler, who had now returned to her previous state of slowly swinging at the end of the rope. His eyes moved down from her lifeless face to the noose around her neck and the indentation it was making in her throat. From there, his eyes descended to her bra, still pushed up above her breasts, which were thrust out before her, her nipples erect and blue; her slim waist, her hips, her voluptuous thighs and well-muscled calves. Her one red stiletto still clung to the toes of her left foot and he found it oddly sensuous. He returned to his dinner preparations, urgent now to have his dinner and then -" another glance at her dangling body -" his -�dessert. -� ***************************************************** Thank you for reading my story. Feel free to e-mail me at rubi.du.soleil.levant@gmail.com and let me know what you thought of it. Merci, Rubi *****************************************************